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~*Survivor*~
by diayma
He watched her silently,
eyes wide with glee
for he had a new victim
just barely eighteen.
He stalked her at night,
learning, waiting
and delighted in her fright
as she jumped at the shadows.
He caught her at night,
on her way home
at the nearest streetlight,
he stole her from sight
He took her to a tomb
all nicely laid out, with a bed
and a bath
all done in light pink.
As the town ran around,
panicked and scared,
he taught the girl survival,
a mistake he knew not of
He brainwashed her deeply
teaching her fear
for one mistake,
would lead to death dear
During the day, he was properly horrified,
as the Mayor and cops promised revenge,
and a rescued of the girl.
During the night, he frightened her deeply,
teaching, taunting, believing her broken
He never saw the resolve,
the determination to fight
nor did he spy the courage
the will to do what's right
He never noticed when she escaped,
for during the day, he was not there
He never knew she ran to the cops,
till the day they came without a care
arresting him, to his surprise
the girl he had, was his demise.
During the trial, he never saw her,
the one who would lead him
straight to hell's door
Yet when the deliberations came,
and all heard guilty,
she looked straight at him, her eyes living flame.
"I was never yours."
Her final words to him.
~The End~
.....high school poetry nearly five years later.....eh, it got me an A in Creative Writing. Hope you all enjoyed!